Submit

Submit I submitted my ego between the hollow of her horns As tears and scream emanate from her apogee The sweet sensation of my aroma sweep through her spine Spilling Adam's gifts The becoming of a small Adam As Guilt stood before my gifts I ate the apple Its taste was paradoxical As Gabriel gnashed at me With his blazing sword sweeping my spine Fiery tears and fears had a filed day on us Eden stood behind us , Eve at the center, and toiling before us As a wanderers we move to nowhere Wearing the boots of nowhere As age and death beacon on us Regret echoes at the center of the garden At moonlit we gazed at the moon Contemplating When shall we free from this pockets of pains? Where is The Lamb? If only he peeps at us In the region of my imaginations A saw a Cross bleeding It was The I Am His Innocent blood echoes, Submit, submit, submit awoh awoh